Did you ever see the faces of the children,They get so excitedWaking up on Christmas morningHours before the winter sun's ignited.They believe in dreams and all they meanIncluding heaven's generosity.Peeping round the doorTo see what parcels are for freeIn curiosity.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.He doesn't know who Jesus wasOr what praying is.How can he be savedFrom the eternal grave?

Surrounded by his friendsHe sits so silentlyAnd unaware of everything.Playing poxy pinball,Picks his nose and smiles andPokes his tongue at everything.I believe in loveBut how can men who've never seenLight be enlightened.Only if he's curedWill his spirits future level ever heighten.

And Tommy doesn't know what day it is.He doesn't know who Jesus wasOr what praying is.How can he be savedFrom the eternal grave?

Tommy, can you hear me?Tommy, can you hear me?Tommy, can you hear me?How can he be saved?